Hearing that Master Tang was suffering from a migraine, Qin Liuxi abruptly stood up, yet he felt something was off—he didn't seem the type to suffer from such ailments.
Qin Liuxi instinctively started rubbing his knuckles and calculating. With a lift of an eyebrow, he turned towards the personal servant of the Master, giving him a meaningful look.
The servant avoided eye contact, clearly uneasy, forced a laugh, and his hands, grasping his trousers, were sweaty from nervousness.
The Master really should have thought twice about who he was dealing with before making up such an excuse.
Qin Liuxi didn't make it difficult for him and, taking two disciples, he boarded the carriage driven by the servant.
Actually, Master Tang was nervous and uneasy; he certainly knew Qin Liuxi's capabilities and that he couldn't deceive her. He wasn't even sure if she would show up, especially considering her mysterious and elusive presence, never knowing if she would be at the shop.
